Seven Days To Lose Me Novels & Stories

The night they arrived, he even posted something online to make it clear he thought I was copying him. In our seventh year, the gift was the divorce agreement. Seven years, and looking back, the distance between us had grown the entire time without me noticing. Two notifications came through on my phone. One was from Vera that read, “Sean, nine tomorrow morning. Do not forget.” The other was from Austin. “Last night of our seven-day romance. Vera says she wants to make it a night to remember.” My eyes stayed on the paintings for one last moment before I switched off the screen.

"That waterfront property you need for the west harbor expansion? I can help you get it." There was a brief silence. "What's the catch?" "Work with me, and when it's over, the land is yours. I won't ask for a penny." She ended the call, tossed her phone aside, and told Blaze to transfer all the assets in her name. If Henry wouldn't agree to a divorce, she would give him no other choice. The door opened, and Henry walked in, wearing fresh clothes. Relief crossed his face when he saw her awake, and he hurried to the bed.

My best friend claimed he couldn't cook, so he bought the apartment across the hall from mine. Whenever I came home from a business trip, my girlfriend would walk him through cooking, step by step. I told her an hour ahead of time that I was hungry. Yet, there was no one waiting for me at the door when I got home. However, my best friend poked his head out when he heard the sound of the door opening, grinning with my apron tied around his waist. "Grayson! I've got a surprise for you! Come on in!" My stomach was growling, so I walked inside. My girlfriend, Gwendolyn Sinclair, hadn't even noticed me. She was looking down, wiping the sweat from his face with the back of her hand. When she

Angel laughed. Seven frowned. “Now is not the time to make me remember such moments. I’m about to do something worse.” “I highly doubt that.” She was done placing it on his neck. Slowly, she took two steps back to observe him. “Well, it’s kinda tight. Don’t you think?” “You should be thankful!” Angel scowled with a brow raised and a hand on her hip, which pushed her floral print dress upwards, revealing her full figure. “You’re asking too much from me fam.” Seven smirked. “I’m about to lose my life here and you’re trying to make my death look uncomfortable.”

He stalked out of the room leaving me drained and exhausted beyond words. How on earth was I going to produce one million dollars in seven days?

"Why? Don't you love me anymore? Have you fallen in love with someone else, Winter?" "No, I didn't fall for someone else," I blurted without thinking. Scratching my itchy scalp, I inhaled and exhaled. "Please leave, Seven. I can't think straight with you here. I'll call you once I make a decision." Seven didn't say anything or move an inch. After a good minute, he slowly got up and said softly, "Okay, if you want time, I'll give you more time. Just don't keep me waiting for too long, Winter. Remember, I can't live without you."

But oh, sweet summer will be here With my memories of old. Soon you'll cross the distance, wherever you're from. I just need to hang on for my 7 days to come. I slowed the pace, let the last notes hang in the air, fill the room. 7 days, please come. Silence lingered, and I slowly opened my eyes. Then, the room erupted into applause. God, I loved that rush. Nothing like it. Grinning, I took a quick bow and announced last call.

97. Seven . Mikolaj . - Guess what’s worse than someone being missing for five days? Try seven. Riley Adams has now been gone for a full week while the cops are wasting time chasing wrong leads. I have all the resources. Yet, I’ve never felt this helpless. Their interference is deterring me from figuring out her whereabouts.

He asked, turning to face me. "Seven days." I repeated, feeling like something was suddenly possessing me. "I have seven days to find the one that cursed me. Seven days." Another giggle erupted from me, filling the room around me. Despite everything that had happened this far, the fear of what was happening hadn’t hit. However, now it was hitting me so hard that I truly felt as though I was going mad. Trying to calm myself, I looked out the large window beside me, taking in the grounds below until my eyes found my mother. She was busy picking wheat from the fields. As I watched her haggard form move, a sudden deep, all-consuming resentment began to roll through me.

When the last of them was gone, I turned back to my chair and let a slow breath out I hadn't even realized I'd been holding. They were gone. And I had seven days to make it better.